(Barson)New Delhi at three A.M.Just arrived by K.L.M.Left the airport in the heatIn the bus strange people meetDriving through the starless nightPassing very unusual sights

Left the bus at five to fiveCaught a taxi started to driveHe thought I was a millionaireAnd accordingly put up the fareDawn was breaking in the eastCausing this hot night to cease

Mosquitos buzzing in my earsGrating sound of clashing gearsBurning rubber filled the airTaxi driver began to swearThe heat was burning my head was turningIt was then the car broke downJust on the outskirts of town

A camel from the DhrangadhraSilently passed by our carA vulture circled high above in the airI had to shade my eyes to cover the glareSweating in the plastic seatsHard to breathe in the increasing heat

Lying back my mind started toDrift into an uneasy sleepI dreamt I was in New DelhiSlowly dying of la grippe